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Wu-Tang Clan( Wu Tang Clan )
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Harbor Masters
Lyricist:Dennis D Coles, Anthony Cruz, Jason Hunter, Gintas Janusonis, Borham Lee, Wesley Mingus, Robert Perry, Josh D Werner
Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East
Polo drawers, velour headband, Geneva convertible couch In the back with the two nightstands I'm the man, nigga, when I come through dressing rooms Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag of shrooms
And a nice suite, room service every five minutes I need a foot massage, tell the massause She can't do it for me, do it for God I got the mix CD on pause with all DeBarge
Oil me up, please, my nuts, read me a story Tuck me in, something like the seeds'll say Pass me the cold fresh squeezed OJ, I got five hundred Under my pillow, after I'm done, do my DJ
'Cause of that I'ma rock the show tonight The Twat Team gon' get those hoes tonight That's Theodore shit if you in your whip Two step, you slipped, get your whole crew wet
'Cause of that I'ma rock the show tonight The Twat Team gon' get those hoes tonight That's Theodore shit if you in your whip Two step, you slipped, get your whole crew wet
Stand like the Eiffel, move spiteful Sport the Nike shoe, nice with the mic since high school Fuck who like who, fend to not, niggas, trifeful Plot cycles to get dough, it's so delightful
Criminal IQ's, spiral convo's with the sky view This is what I do, pioneer, my peeps power rule Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living Polo polobos with the true religion, no superstition
This beat is sorta proof to listen and hear the real So you New Jack niggas kneel, sit it still Lick a fifth, get your piff and chill, fix your grill It's ill, seen the game vanish in air
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com From Delores to the glamourest gear, show and prove How I move, you know hammer is near, never fool Appear rude, though my manner is there, get it straight Say my grace before stuffing my face
'Cause of that I'ma rock this show tonight Hustle hard, I'ma get that dough tonight Crime money, all we do is just two step Slip up and get your whole fucking crew wet
'Cause of that I'ma rock this show tonight Hustle hard, I'ma get that dough tonight Crime money, all we do is just two step Slip up and get your whole fucking crew wet
Fuck the radio, the corners respect, Soldier I I'ma about to get fly, like I'm boarding a jet Watch your mouth, little homey, I demolish your rep I'm like Mohamed Atta, when I'm bombing the set
Bottom line, you got a problem with Deck I'm like the police gun, son, a nigga name pop in the jects Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my step I'm all money like the pres, no stopping the rest
This is Stones and grown man poking his chest Play hero watch the K blow a hole in your vest Why I flow like I know I'm the best 'cause I'm spitting the piff Half of y'all dudes rollin' with stress
Come and see me, son you know the address 10304 block work, first homey, show me the checks Hood crooks living over the edge, Ghost saying nah That's a good look, focus, respect, yup
'Cause of that I'ma rock this tonight Light your weed, pop ya ects', let's go tonight House Gang on the dance floor, two step You out of line, get your lame ass crew wet
'Cause of that I'ma rock this tonight Light your weed, pop ya ects', let's go tonight House Gang on the dance floor, two step You out of line, get your lame ass crew wet
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